Kookaburras laugh
Into the darkening descent of day
A moon waxing
Her chest full of pressure
And nowhere for it to go
But into the sky
And I take mine to the page
To leverage the word
And bend it into the shape of immense feeling
But it’s a mugs game
This poetry
For every word I expel from the chaos
Another loops
Waiting
In the end
It must be asked
If language is the thing that contributes most
Rather than diminishing
Anything
Only silence
Listening
With soft eyes
Open mind
To a world full of noise
Then falling beneath it
One layer
At a time
Beautifully penned
Thanks 😊
Each word lingering and lasting Kate❤️
Thankyou Cindy 🫶💕
My pleasure always,
Late!! 😇
With an open mind is the best ay to listen to the world. Loved the poem.